make me know you really care.

Amanda sat down at her desk and tried to catch her breath. She swept her hair up into a pony tail and tried to catch up on some paperwork before Lily and everybody got back.

Peter was, of course, arrested in due course and dragged back to SHIELD by his handler.
He wasn't happy about it.

Amanda poked her head out of her office as she watched Peter get dragged by. Lily rolled her eyes. "Mandy! Come on, let's go!"

For Peter, it wasn’t humiliating because he’d been caught, or that he’d been arrested so publicly, all that had happened before, the most humiliating part was that they’d cuffed him and dragged him back to SHIELD HQ llike he was some sort of badly behaved dog. Of course, that had happened plenty of times in the past as well. He listened as Lily told the two security dicks that had hold of him to take him to a room just down the hall. He wasn’t surprised to see that the room was essentially a cell. Lily could call it what she wanted, but any room that was essentially a desk and a handful of chairs was a cell - that was a universal law, it didn’t matter where in the galaxy you were.

“What the fuck,” he demanded, “is going on? I thought I was here as a guess. Didn’t realise I was a pissing prisoner.”

Amanda entered the scene just as Lily was about to respond to Peter. "Well, Mr. Quill, you started off as a guest." Lily spoke, leaning against the doorway of his 'cell'. "But, when you ran from us and tried to shoot Agent Coulson here in the spine, you kinda turned into a prisoner. We're gonna have to keep an eye on you." Lily turned on her heel and clapped her hand on Amanda's shoulder. "And you, Coulson-- well, you're lucky enough to go first!"

"I wasn't going to shoot her I was just fucking with you guys!" Peter insisted. He turned and glared at one of Lily's men when he pushed him towards one of the chairs. "If you touch me again I swear I'll..."

"Guys, you have him now, I'm pretty sure he's not going anywhere..." Amanda spoke, gently pulling one of Lily's guys away. "Lils, I can take it from here, okay?"

Peter didn't like being pushed, so he reacted and kicked the dude hard inbetween his legs.

Amanda fell with an oomf as she was pushed to the side. She watched as Nick fell to the ground and his partner went to town on Peter, punching and kicking. "Dude, stop!" She scrambled to her feet and tried to tug Nick's partner away, which only resulted in a punch to the face.

Thankfully, Lily decided to intervene at that point. She reentered the room and eyed the two SHIELD goons. "Robert, I believe Mr Quill has had enough. He might be a prisoner, but he's still, technically a guest." She glanced at Amanda. "Amanda, you need to get yourself cleaned up."

Amanda cupped her hand over her nose. "I'll be back, just gimme a minute." She spoke softly. Amanda gave Peter an apologetic look before heading out of the room, in search of some paper towel and ice.

Peter felt his stomach sink a little bit when Amanda left the room, of the people he'd encountered so far on Earth, she'd been the least a-holey of the lot.

Amanda wiped the blood from her nose and set it into place. She suddenly looked a whole lot better. Once she iced down her eye a little bit, she headed back to Peter's cell. "Compared to getting punched in the face by a demi-god, that was nothing." She half joked.

Peter didn't comment. He was finally sat down, albeit not by choice. He did glance up when Amanda walked in though.

Amanda sat down across from Peter. "You guys can go now," she spoke to the SHIELD lugs. "As long as I don't get a surprise punch to the face, I'll be okay." She quipped.

Peter watched the men leave and waited until he hoped they were out of earshot before he opened his mouth to speak. "Any chance of getting these cuffs off anytime soon?"

Amanda waited until the goons had left before taking off Peter's cuffs. "Yeah...those aren't really all that comfortable."

"Any chance I can get you to turn a blind eye while I jump out the window and make a run for it?" Peter asked.

Amanda shook her head. "No, I don't think so...if I do that I'll get punched some more."

Peter smiled a little at that, it was a small, frustrated smile. "What if I ask really nicely?"